It's been a long time since I've won a race in anything.

I'm happier than I've ever been in life. Happy with my life outside of racing. Really happy with my life inside the garage.

I really don't (stay calm) all the time. I just try to. Part of not just racing but in life, I try not to let the highs be too high and the lows be too low. I try to stay somewhere right in the middle. In racing it's not always easy to do. You can get too excited or overconfident when things are going good and it's easy to get too far in the ditch when things are going bad.

I'm far from perfect. There's a lot of times you'll say something that you regret or do something that you regret and wish you wouldn't have said it or done it.

You know, I was pretty comfortable where I was at. We had cars that could win races... I know they're expecting me to perform and do my job. Before this year I can't remember the last time I've ever been nervous at all inside of a race car.

Usually when I'm mad, I'd rather listen to angry music than soothing music - more heavy metal, some Metallica or something.

For me to win at New Hampshire, first of all, is more than a stretch and more than a dream. This is probably one of my worst places.